Deep Thoughts

Ryanne likes to make up songs. Most of these are stream of consciousness things; she sings what she's thinking. She was doing it tonight before bed. By the time I went to record it, she was down to, "Oh English. Oh English. Oh English. Oh English." after about 20s of that, she said, "Ok," and I heard her bed rustling as she settled in.

As she was cleaning up the water mess in the bathroom this afternoon, I asked if she was done. She said, "Almost. Is almost good enough today?" Unfortunately, it wasn't. Mostly because they had both slipped on the floor already.


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Another one down

Sometime overnight, the tooth (bottom right looking at her) finally came out. She's not one to pull so this was as loose as the last one. No clue where the tooth is, but we will write a note to the Tooth Fairy explaining what happened. Hopefully she will be willing to reward even without the tooth.

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Monkey girl

Pretty much from the time that she's been able to grasp things, Ryanne has loved monkey bars. She's been getting closer to be able to do to the ones at the park by herself, but the spacing was really wide.

We went to the park yesterday and she went nuts. She went the full length once or twice. She more enjoyed going about half way and then sliding down the support poles. The ones in the middle don't have bars at the bottom so are less risk for injuring yourself. (Though they do have screws that stick out and she tagged herself at one point. When I went to go check on her she said, "I'M fine. I'm FINE." When I started to walk away, she yelled, "But my vulva is NOT fine" so I went back.)

Most impressive to me is that she's really figured out how the inertia works. She was working her legs to help her get more distance. She would get tired and hang for a bit and then swing until she got the momentum to move again. It was really impressive.

Plus, she was giggling like a fiend, which always makes mama's heart happy.

Negotiations

For dinner tonight we had chicken sautéed with broccoli and marinade served with mac and cheese. You can guess which part of that was my choice and which was the kids'.

Ryanne plowed through her mac and cheese. She declared she was still hungry. I suggested the chicken and broccoli. She insisted that she needed mac and cheese to eat with it. I told her how sorry I was that she was out but that if she was really still hungry there was plenty of food left on her plate.

We had the typical dialogues on how people need a variety of foods, how mean I am, how hungry she is, how her mouth doesn't like lemon marinade anymore, etc.

Finally she looks at me.
"Mommy, do you want this to stop?"

I smell a trap.
"Yes, I do. I find this really frustrating."

She sniffles.
"Then you should just give me more mac and cheese. Then I will stop crying and eat my protein and be full."

As you can guess, it didn't stop.

Car sick

Pretty sure she gets motion sickness on windy, bumpy roads. She was ill last year on a bumpy road from CT and again on the bumpy NY/VT roads today. She does ok in the car but the minute we hit land it's not pretty. So much for getting my iron stomach.





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